, wonderful and free of pop-ups! After two rounds of going back and forth, Luo Fengtang sent the dishes to the hall next door.
Then, he hurried back to the kitchen without stopping.
"Qing'er, are you ready?" he asked as soon as he entered the door.
Yang Ruoqing handed him a bamboo basket covered with snow-proof felt: "The food is all in the basket."
"Okay, I'll be right back!"
Luo Fengtang took the basket, turned around and walked towards the door.
"Don't worry, for a while, you put on a raincoat and a bamboo hat. Don't get your clothes wet!"
Yang Ruoqing chased to the door, picked up the coir raincoat and bamboo hat that Yang Hua had placed at the door, and put them directly on Luo Fengtang.
While tying the belt on the bamboo hat, he leaned down to touch her.
Her fingers hooked the strap and tied it gently around his neck.
The fingertips touched his rolled Adam's apple.
She blushed.
His face also felt inexplicably hot.
Their eyes met, and he looked at her with burning eyes.
But she bit her lip lightly, and then glared at him fiercely.
"The road is slippery, be careful!"
She warned him angrily.
He nodded and smiled silently.
After taking a few steps, she suddenly called out to him again.
"What's wrong?" He turned around and asked.
Yang Ruoqing blushed and chased after him, taking out the gloves.
She grabbed his free hand and slipped one of the gloves on him.
"This is your first time making gloves, and you don't know whether they fit your hands or not? Just wear them as you like!"
She lowered her eyebrows and tied a knot at her wrist.
Then, hand him the other glove.
"There is one more piece for you to wear. I'm going back to the kitchen!"
After saying these words, she turned around and ran back to the kitchen.
He didn't look back until her figure disappeared at the door of the kitchen.
Looking at the gloves sewn from blue cotton in his hand, Luo Fengtang had a heartwarming smile on his lips.
He put down the basket and put on his other glove.
It felt like I was holding her fingers tightly.
The snow and wind in the sky is not cold anymore!
He picked up the basket and walked out of the yard quickly.
In the kitchen, Mrs. Sun was sitting at the door of the kitchen holding a bowl of hot tea to keep warm.
Seeing Yang Ruoqing come in, the woman looked at her with a smile.
"Has Tang Yazi delivered the food?" the woman asked.
Yang Ruoqing nodded, "Yeah!"
"Mom, just now Tang Yazi also left a bowl of rabbit for us. How about I serve the rice for you and you eat first?"
Yang Ruoqing asked.
Sun shook her head: "Mom, if you're not hungry, it'll be fine later. If you are hungry, you eat first."
Yang Ruoqing also shook her head.
She wanted to wait for Tang Yazi to eat together.
Yang Ruoqing turned around and came to the stove entrance, sitting with Mrs. Sun to keep warm.
The two mothers spoke thoughtful words.
Halfway through the banquet, Luo Fengtang came back with an empty basket.
"Are you freezing?"
Yang Ruoqing greeted him and helped him take off his bamboo hat and raincoat.
Mrs. Sun took the coir raincoat and bamboo hat and took it outside the kitchen to shake off the snow.
"Tangyaozi, come and warm yourself up at the stove."
Yang Ruoqing dragged him towards the stove.
There was a cold air on his body, and his face and corners of his mouth were a little blue from the cold.
Sitting on the stove, under the lingering power of the stove fire, Luo Fengtang's face finally returned to a trace of ruddy color.
"Qing'er, didn't I leave some food for you and third aunt? Why don't you eat it?"
Luo Fengtang immediately noticed this and asked hurriedly.
"I'm not hungry, I'll eat later." Yang Ruoqing said.
At the entrance of the kitchen, Blacksmith Luo came in.
"Is Tangyazi back?" Blacksmith Luo asked.
Luo Fengtang stood up: "Uncle, I just walked in. What's wrong?"
Blacksmith Luo said: "Now that our family is purchasing a field, we have to propose a toast to Li Zheng and the middlemen, otherwise we will lose etiquette..."
"Uncle, you go there first, I'll be there soon."
Luo Fengtang said.
Blacksmith Luo left immediately.
Luo Fengtang said to Yang Ruoqing: "Qing'er, I'll go over there first and come back to accompany you later."
Yang Ruoqing's head was covered with black lines.
Pushing him towards the door: "Why do I need you to accompany me? Hurry up and do what you have to do, don't waste time!"
His tall figure immediately left the kitchen.
The kitchen suddenly seemed empty.
Her heart felt inexplicably empty.
She was dumbfounded by this strange feeling.
Yang Ruoqing, Yang Ruoqing, what's wrong with you?
Weren't you quite independent in the past?
Why are you now somewhat dependent on Tang Yazi?
Yang Ruoqing came to the kitchen door and helped Sun shake off the snow on Yang Huaan's coir raincoat and bamboo hat.
Then set aside to dry.
In the main room, there was the sound of changing cups and cups.
It was also accompanied by laughter as they praised Luo Fengtang.
"Good boy, you have a good drinking capacity, and you can have a good time drinking. Come on, Uncle Li Zheng will go with you for one more round..."
"Uncle Li Zheng, you are an elder, I still respect you for this cup! Let's do it first as a token of respect!"
"Okay, okay..."
Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but peek inside the main room.
The men stood and sat around the table.
There is a figure that stands out among these people.
The moment she glanced in, she happened to catch them trying to persuade them to drink.
He was holding a wine glass in his hand and was pouring a glass of wine into his mouth.
Tall body, heroic posture.
His long fingers held the wine glass.
The rolled Adam's apple made her couldn't help but cry when she tied the belt of his bamboo hat just now.
The feeling of your fingertips touching his Adam's apple.
Her eyes shrank back as if she was electrocuted, and she turned around and quickly returned to the kitchen.
His cold fingers gently patted his hot cheeks a few times.
what happened?
You are still the same person as before, but you look so different now!
Yang Ruoqing, you nymphomaniac!
…
After eating at the wine table in the main room for more than an hour, it was finally over.
He took the food and wine back to the kitchen.
In the main room, the men, who had eaten and drank enough, began to draw up a contract.
In the kitchen, Yang Ruoqing rolled up her sleeves and planned to wash the dishes.
She was not used to eating with a basin of dirty chopsticks and dirty bowls piled up in the kitchen.
Luo Fengtang entered the kitchen.
"Qing'er, you and Third Auntie hurry up and heat up the food. I'll wash the dishes."
He came straight over and took off the dishcloth from Yang Ruoqing's hand.
Yang Ruoqing turned to look at him.
After drinking, his face became a little strangely red.
The usually cold and hard facial lines have become a bit softer.
The eyes are deeper and brighter.
"I'll wash it. Don't dirty your clothes." Yang Ruoqing said.
Luo Fengtang smiled: "I changed out of my cotton-padded clothes."
Only then did Yang Ruoqing notice that he was indeed wearing the old, patched clothes again.
"How to change back? What to do if it gets cold later? Put it back on quickly!"
She ordered him a little dissatisfied.
He smiled and said, "My whole body feels hot after drinking. I'll wash the dishes and chopsticks before changing them."
He had already rolled up his sleeves, squatted down by the tub with the dirty dishes, and started washing them.
Yang Ruoqing was at her wits end.
"Okay, then you can wash it."
She turned around and picked up the gourd gourd, scooped out a gourd of hot water from the earthen pot and added it to the wooden basin.
"Exchange for some hot water, otherwise your hands will freeze easily," she said.
Luo Fengtang raised his head and smiled at her, then buried his head and started washing the dishes clumsily but seriously.
